After pondering over the matter for a while, Vladimir made his decision. The secret of the crown weighed heavily on his conscience, and he knew he couldn’t carry it alone.
He would speak about it to Voren secretly, in private, when the moment was right. But for now, he forced a warm smile onto his weathered face and welcomed the couple properly.
"Co-Alpha and Co-Luna, you are welcome." His voice carried across the gathered crowd, strong and clear.
The pack members clapped, their hands coming together in polite applause, but their cheers weren’t as great as they had been for Seraphine.
It was clear that they were still confused about the new arrangement, still uncertain about what these newcomers meant for their pack structure.
Whispers rippled through the crowd like wind through wheat, curious and cautious.
Corvine could not stop admiring the Grimroot pack. His eyes swept across the crystalline structures, the floating lights still drifting lazily overhead, the plunge pools shimmering with golden reflections. His admiration and respect for Voren tripled with every passing moment.
He could not imagine how Voren had come up with such a concept for a pack of werewolves—the engineering, the vision, the sheer audacity of carving a home out of solid rock.
The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to remain under the umbrella of the man he now called his elder brother.
His expression was filled with warmth as he responded to Vladimir, his voice carrying genuine humility. "Uncle Vlad, please forget the pleasantries." He waved a dismissive hand. "I love to go by Corvine, and I’d like pack members to address me as such. No titles, no ceremony. Just Corvine."
"Same here." Liah added, her cheeks flushing with a becoming pink. "Just call me Liah. I’m honestly amazed. This pack is nothing I’ve ever seen." Her eyes sparkled with genuine wonder as she took in the breathtaking surroundings. "It’s like something out of a dream."
The pack members began to murmur among themselves, their voices a low hum of surprise. "The princess isn’t as arrogant as we thought."
Most of them had sensed trouble when they heard about the new arrangement, thinking that the princess would try to usurp their Luna’s powers.
They had prepared for drama, for conflict, for the kind of power struggle that had plagued other packs. But how wrong they were. The princess stood there, humble and gracious, her eyes full of admiration rather than ambition.
If only they knew what Liah and Corvine had in store for them, the surprises, the changes, the new beginning that would reshape everything.
"She’s co-Luna now, not princess." Another pack member corrected, her voice carrying a note of approval. "And she seems to understand that."
Though Liah heard it all, she could only smile. Pack gossips were always everywhere, a constant hum of chatter and speculation.
But she felt so at home at the Grimroot pack, even more than she did at the Silver Moon pack. There was something about this place, about these people, that made her feel welcome in a way she had never experienced before.
"Alright, thanks everyone." Voren’s voice finally raised, deep and commanding, cutting through the murmurs and whispers. He addressed the pack with authority, his gaze sweeping across the gathered faces. "We should go inside and celebrate. We are glad to be back."

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